I hope that everyone who told me since I started this blog in 2005 that I should write a book will buy it when it comes out. Y’all, put your money where your mouths are!
OK, it’s not published yet but I am taking baby steps.
I wish I had a $1 for every email I received over the last 13 years from every person who told me I inspired them. Or helped them get back on track with Yoga. Or told me my “fierce voice” was needed in the world. Or told me that they went to India to study Yoga because of this blog.
Or who emailed me just to say THANK YOU for my emotional labor.
Forty-five years ago my creative writing professor told me that I oughta write and if I don’t oughta get kicked, hard and swift. Mr. Brooks, I’m finally listening to you.
I’m also listening to those people from places far and wide who told me that I have a fierce voice that the world needs to hear, that there are people who need my insight and wisdom. They had more faith in me than I ever had in myself.
My writing was always stream of consciousness. I wrote in spurts. So I will take baby steps: I joined an online writers’ group that concentrates on writing memoirs. I am hoping it gives me focus and helps me discipline myself.
I’ve always written SOMETHING, way before I started this blog. I was an English major in college and made it half way through a Masters. I wrote poetry in high school and was named one of Illinois’ “best high school poets.” I also won a few writing awards in college. Back in the day I wanted to teach English in a junior college but life got in the way.
In the past year I have felt a change coming up, a life turn, so to speak, where I must do something different. I have not done a yoga training since 2015 because I don’t see the point anymore what with the Modern Yoga Scene. I’ve taught in India and Africa but does anyone invite me to teach anywhere anymore? Not for many years.
I became a Certified Yoga Therapist (IAYT) only because someone might find the piece of paper important if I shop myself around, not that I thought it actually meant anything. Only to people who are impressed with pieces of paper because no one gives a shit I studied for 10 years at the Krishnamacharya Yoga Mandiram.
I thought about going back to school for a Masters in mental health counseling because I figure I’ve been doing that for 17 years of yoga teaching anyway. I hate to say that age has anything to do with going back to school, but for this subject, yes. I’d be too old once I graduated, had to intern, etc. Ageism is real and I’m not stupid.
But writing….the Universe was telling me something again.
My writer friend, a pissed-off yogini, asked me for some advice. After I gave her my two rupees she had a few things to say:
“The writer in me wants to request that you write a book on these topics. Right now we are flooded with spiritual books, practices & such. But very few really nourish. It’s like eating donuts with pink frosting. I truly value your journey in this lifetime & your insight. Your insight sparks — it really does. It cuts thru the bullshit. Goddess, it’s such a necessary voice.”
She suggested a memoir. Hmmmmm…..
- I have my Yoga journey — DUH, go back to my very first post here.
- I have my upbringing — abuse and finally finding out my true roots, my real ethnicity.
- My teenage and college years — running away, drugs, sexual assault, domestic violence, surviving what would have killed others.
- I have my 13 years of India travel.
- I have my gardens that I can use as a metaphor for growth and life cycles.
We shall see.
Get your popcorn.
And hold my beer.
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